i saw the hulking form bruising down the sidewalk with her black dog and malevolent fumes and i crossed the street to avoid passing her which would inevitably be a confrontation and i was not even looking her way as she repulses me and so she decides to totter across by the entrance to the old obama haunt slowly like a monster or golem blocking the exit and a sport utility vehicle just to get at me. we ignore her loudly and i talk to mister saying what a freak, she walking in traffic just to harass me when i'm doing my best to flee. the first time i met  her rictus face she pulled her dog away and shrilled, he's not feeling well today! he's upset!! and he was just sniffing around but i decided even the scorching presence, even of the silent rictus of her face, was loathsome so i ever after walked the other way, which i think goaded her even more. some bitches get dogs just to go out ballistically heat-seeking trouble.
then i was nattering on about it to barb and she was confused. there apparently are two ladies with black dogs on the block and i think i actually encountered them together long ago and melded them into one conjoined monster. on the way home i saw tom walking the other black dog and finally got the two ladies and their black hounds separated. which is somehow a relief. i feel like after all this time i'm starting t deconstruct a grim neighborhood story that i entered innocent and haplessly and had to defend myself unhappily against the bitches of misrule, but now i'm making my own narrative, as me and mister are evolved into smooth gentlemen and we too own the hood.